A Bed Of Trump Thorns

Now stay with me here, folks. There once was a young tennis pro who just as he reached the number one ranking he fired his coach. When asked why he fired his coach after so much success, the young man replied with some distain, “because, I want to go in a different direction.” He did, straight down never to be heard of again.

So now we come to this president, Barack Obama, who pulled the country out of a great economic hole and saved the American auto industry, no thanks to any Republican, and Hilary was intent on continuing his upward climb.

But then along came some folks who were too virtuous to vote for the lesser of two evils so they wasted their vote on insignificant third party candidates, or didn’t vote at all, or just for kicks wanted to vote for change, or thought that the economy should have been brought back to the aberration that was mid twentieth century America, a level never to be duplicated in ten lifetimes, but an ultra high level that they wrongly thought must be normal.

And so like that cocky tennis pro, these folks who wanted to see change are very likely to get more change than they could ever imagine, after a brief uptick — straight down.

I mean, guys and gals if Trump waddles like a black swan and sound like a black swan (by the way, for some of you non-financial types a black swan is a disaster)…well, you know where I’m going with this. So don’t be shocked to find out that some of you have made us all a bed of Trump thorns.